An Zhiyuan and the others quickly nodded, and Old Hu headed to He Weng and said, "Xiaohe, you take them to move the stuff, I'll go cook for Shuisheng, don't be lazy!"
He Weng nodded, loudly agreeing, "Yes!"
Shuisheng entered the kitchen and stood at the kitchen door, smoking a cigarette as he watched the few men outside working earnestly, transferring the food from the truck inside.
They were indeed working hard.
Old Hu had already stoked the fire and started rolling dough.
Soon, Old Hu had a bowl of steaming noodles ready, with two plump white eggs nestled inside.
"Eat up, I'll go carry the goods." Old Hu brought the bowl over to Shuisheng.
With a wave of his benevolent large hand, Shuisheng said, "Forget it, you're already so old! Sit down and chat with me, let the young ones do the work." Considering the bowl of noodles, Shuisheng was generously lenient this time.
Old Hu quickly thanked him, sat by the stove, and chatted intermittently with Shuisheng.
